Page 8 of Believe it or Knot

But Sorrel? She’s all lush curves and softness that melts into my body, molds around it, letting us get closer. And apparently I took full advantage of that last night, moving closer until I cradle her body with mine.

Her ass presses firmly against my hips, my cock nestled between her cheeks. The same way my thigh nestles between hers to tangle with Liam’s legs. My arm stretches out under both of their heads, fingers tangled in Liam’s chestnut locks, almost like I’m holding his head where it is, pressed against Sorrel’s. They’re sharing breaths, mouths close but not quite touching, hands linked between their chests. I don’t know if they fell asleep like that, or if they reached for each other in the middle of the night. Either way, seeing her tangled up with my omega does something in my chest. Something good. So fucking good.

I’m right there with Liam. I want to keep her. Wrap her up and carry her away with us to take care of her forever. But something tells me it won’t be that easy. She strikes me as a girl who’s used to taking care of herself.

Good thing I’m not afraid of hard work. No one in my pack is, not even our omega, who arguably works more than me or Gray. We’ll convince her it’s okay to let us take care of her, to let us carry her load and she can just be. Whatever that looks like to her.

I’ve never had such a strong reaction to a beta before. Don’t get me wrong, I find them attractive and have spent my fair share of time with them, but I’ve never had this visceral need to be close to one. It’s almost the same as when I met Liam for the first time and I knew he was my omega, my mate.

I can’t help but feel like she’s also a part of my soul.

And that is dangerous.

Really dangerous.

We don’t know anything about this girl. She could be a psycho, a stalker, a rabid fan. I didn’t miss that she had a Liam Cordova movie paused on the screen when we came in. Sure, she turned the TV off, but it was still there when Liam turned it back on. He probably took it as a sign that its fate.

I have to take it as a sign that she can’t be trusted right away. We need to exercise caution, even if everything in me is screaming not to.

Liam has a tendency to fall headfirst in love and he’s heartbroken when it eventually doesn’t work out.

There have been too many people who have tried to use him and his sweet omega heart for fame and fortune. It’s part of why our pack is so small. Just the three of us, Grayson, myself and Liam. We haven’t found anyone else we want to welcome into the pack, not that we don’t have people angling for that.

One thing is painfully clear, though. I have to keep a clear head and that won’t happen if I shift Sorrel’s little sleep shorts to the side and slip inside her, wake her up with my cock. As much as I love the idea of that, it’s too soon. Less than twenty-four hours, for chrissake.

Besides, I want her fully awake the first time I fuck her.

After that, though, all bets are off.

I’ll take her anytime, anywhere.

With that thought in mind, I press a soft kiss to her bare shoulder. She hums in her sleep and shifts against me before nuzzling further into Liam, who purrs as he pulls her closer to him.

Purrs. I can count on one hand the number of times Liam has purred for me, and here he is doing it for her without even knowing her for twenty-four hours.

A spike of jealousy hits, but I push it aside. This is part of being in a pack, letting the person I love who loves me back find other people to let into his heart.

I just hope like hell Sorrel is worth it.

Satisfied that they’ll be asleep for a while longer, I shift off the bed and pad down the stairs from the loft in my boxer briefs and my t-shirt. Normally I sleep naked, but I didn’t think Sorrel would appreciate that.

I locate my phone and shoot off a few texts, requesting a background check on Sorrel and checking in with Grayson, our pack lead.

I’m sure he hates that we’re away from him for the night, but he knows Liam well enough to know that there was no talking him out of staying. He would have gone full bratty omega and thrown a tantrum the entire way home.

Our pack lead responds almost immediately.

Grayson:

When do you think you’ll be home?

Me:

The car should be ready in a couple of hours.

But Liam has that interview with OM this afternoon.

Grayson:

---